Fashionable

Character

Name: Coasire

Age; 920 (vessel of Clyrene)

Species: Failed Humanoid Vessel, specifically of Clyrene of Rebirth

Aliases: wrenched brat (her mother Veraline) ; ungrateful scum (Veraline) ; M’lady (Deria)

Is an Ampheteur? Yes.

Education level: Zero. Speaks in proper, fluent English due to it being a trace of Clyrene but can not read or write, therefore needing Missulena to translate.

Amphesium abilities: Amphesa-type, able to communicate with spiders and weave silk from both her fingertips and the. You know. Because spiders do that.

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Behaviours

Voice: Quiet, soft yet cold in it’s nature, akin to a blizzard veiled behind curtains.

Speech pattern;

• Neutral: Apathetic, uses prim and proper speech but will not refrain herself from calling someone all the names in the book. Her word choices are always ambiguous in it’s nature unless it’s regarding about more grounded matters like her lunch or how to dispose a 167lbs chicken in acid. Has zero empathy, too, due to not being trained as such—but she is still capable of kindness, although limited to matters regarding fashion (she would like you to try her clothes)

• Happy: a bit more positive in her speech, voice growing lighter, more relaxed. Tends to give out visual compliments, although since she knows zero societal norm some of them might end up being very... questionable (like “your skin is quite high-quality.”) Missulena also tap her leg approvingly a bit more often when Coasire is happy.

• Flustered: Speaks slower, gets a bit more defensive as she lessens her speech. Things like these aren’t quite her emotional forte, and she tends to shy back and only uses her hands and body language to communicate. Missulena, however, would sometimes just speak out loud when she finds Coasire hilarious enough and just gets to nitpicking.

• Sad: Grows colder, more distant from others as she tends to keep her problems to herself, without bothering others. Tends to speak less as when she is vulnerable like this, Veraline tends to flare up her ugly head and call her names.

• Stressed/nervous or pressured: tries her best to calm herself down, but the hints will still be present. She will be a lot more silent as to dealing with the increase of her mother’s voice inside.

Examples:

• Greetings: “Today is quite chilly... would you like to try this silk coat as to warm yourself?”
• Departure: “I hope you enjoy the dress.”
• About hobbies: “I love to weave and sew clothing items, such as shirts, dresses or vests. I don’t sell them, and I dress them up on mannequins or gift them to those in dire needs. Would you like this red, pleated skirt as a welcoming present?”
• About favourite foods: “The cocoons I preserve outside the manor is.. quite delightful, if aged for a year or more, ehere the solids had mostly disappeared. Evil, you say? But it’s just per my nature.
• About disliked foods: “Please refrain from showing me any rats or pests. N-no... me being arachnid-like doesn’t mean I enjoy raw, rotting carcasses.”
• Her troubles: “Lately people seem to love to intrude upon my estate... so much so that even the basement had long ran out of space to store them.” A beat. “Shame, I do remember having warnings outside.”
• Expressing herself: “Be afraid not of the spiders around me. They rarely ever bite lest you truly offend them or their homes, in contrary they’re quite gentle as creatures. Especially larger people like Eugene or Argentie.”
• Sad; “Oh, tis be a tragic day to witness the loss of Nezhia...”
• Flustered: “N-no... I’m not “cute,” please refrain from using such.. language..” (Missulena does the equivalent of rolling on the floor laughing)

Habits:

• Pat down at her hair to clean herself
• Her gaze usually casts downward as her fingers weave up shapes like a castle or a heart wheneve she blushes
• Speaking of finger-weaving, she tends to spin a single silk around the other hand’s index until she encased the nails fully before simply pulling out and discard the freshly-spun silk. Deria usually clean those up.
• Along with her hair, she also loves to adjust her clothings when idle—including righting the headpiece.

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Appearance

Build: As a vessel of god, her build is surprisingly... mundane. Slightly taller in height, white, relatively unblemished skin over her body with her slim frame. Has D-cup chest (a bit large), a waist usualy tightened by a corset and a noticable hip curve due to said corset.

Hair: Long, silky smooth black hair that drops to around the small of her back, with her head stylized into a bob. Complex bangs at the front, with two large flocks noticably casting aside for her eyes to see.

Eyes: Heterochromatic eyes. Her right eye is a pitch black darkness like the endless abyss of a starless night, while the left eye is white without a pupil, pure like a Divine’s light. Overall, her eyes have a hooded shape to it, with striking black lashes.

Features: The top-left quarter of her face is noticably scarred due to past events, and it also bleeds golden Amphesium due to it being weaved by her own ability. There is also a large orb-woven Amphet mark at the very center of her cleavage, running from one end of her shoulder to the other. Missulena is also usually seen perched at the center of this web. Also has black painted nails.

Prefered clothings: A dress she weaved with her own ability, consisting of a black, strapless dress, held with a single dark corset which extend loose fabric to both her sides, decorated with two medium-sized bowties. Also seen with two grey shoulder pads tightened around the upper arm, droping to two nylonesque sleeves.

Height: 5’7”

Weight: 122.5lbs

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Personality

Ah, the first day of meeting Coasire. Well, what might be the first impression, you may ask? Well, Coasire strikes as that one girl whose time is spent all alone, holed up in her own corner of the world—apathetic, unpreturbed, hard-to-approach. She rarely ever make every friends except to her spider butler and buddies, completely secluding herself from others when she sensed their distaste for arachnids. The thing is: she does NOT know how to communicate with people. Societal norms? You might as well explain quantum physics to her. Standards? What are those. Sarcasm, jokes, anything remotely funny? Well, her reaction is that if you show a brick how to cook a dish. None. Just a still face because she, get this, never had a friend.

Does she care that she doesn’t have a human friend? No, not really. Does she care for her other friends? Yes, absolutely. But that is all about her “empathy.” She does not care if someone is bleeding out in front of her and she’s just sipping her tea, she does not care if a whole army is knocking at her door begging for some food—she’d only do the barest minimum of “kindness.” Sure, have this suspicious cocoon of clear liquid that tastes like cold pork soup (sometimes cold berry juice) and leave. You want clothings? Sure, have this very well-tailored shirt, because she have like a thousand of them.

The bottom line is—she’s this super apathetic girl that dimply lives by her own standards and morality. She helps when she wants, she does what she like, unpredictable.

But of course, everyone have their own problems. And Coasire’s manifest as a voice in the back of her head, familiar, incessant. It is her mother’s remaining consciousness merged with her own, always self-sabotaging herself with speech of how terrible of a person she was to refuse her own creator’s wish for rebirth. However, like the classical response, she usually just. Does not care. At all. Sometimes, though, she really does wonder if she would’ve just let her mother take control—after all, she made her.

She wasn’t born, and sometimes, only Deria and Missulena could calm her down. Of course Ledia’s children also bring a smile to her face... she’s a simple girl, really.

Goals and Motivations: none at the moment, but she’s content with her current life (minus the oart where Veraline bothers her)

Strength:

• Due to her lack of societal norms and missing every cues thrown at her, she can get a bit funny with how she responds to jokes (granted that she doesn’t start to just. Leave. But that’s also comedic)
• Her lack of sympathy also means she will never sympathize with “evil” people.
• Her quietness also brings comfort to few.

Weaknesses:

• Also due to the lack of sympathy, consuming dissolved human soup with salt or sugar is... dubious.
• She would rarely ever sympathize with “good” people, too.
• Veraline can sometimes stresses her out, leading to a slight agitation in her mood
• Her quietness can also bring distaste to some. Like damn girl say something.

Likes:

• To weave fashionable clothes
• Human soup (and also fruit juices. mixed with human soup). This type of dish is called “Soul of the Damned,” unironically.
• Ledia and her new children
• Laze around in her manor and sleep when she’s done sewing

Dislike:

• Rodents, birds, especially predatory animals that hunts spiders
• Intruders of her manor
• Human soup that isn’t aged over ten months. “It tastes like someone pissed into your drink” she’d describe.
• Any comments regarding her way of treating arachnids, all except compliments, obviously.

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Background

Once in the long, distant past, there existed a witch.

Her deeds were known widely by many, some, revering her in golden plaques. Some, only whispered her names in the shadows. Veraline, the Unyielding, known for her stubborness and reckless disregad for her own safety, was an.. intriguing figure. She brewed potions that helped many yet also killed just as much, she went to war for one nation only to bring it’s own downfall mere months later—her life knew no stable times, she lived in the waves of events like a fisherwoman proficient in her craft. That is, until insanity took her.

None remembered how, none remembered why, but she soon started to experiment on people. Struck with the grief from an unknown cause, she spiraled into madness, creating misery and flames in her wake—the unstable name she made for herself soon turned into her own shackles. She was.. not a good person, even then. But she did know one goal: her own salvation. She knew madness would overtake her, she knew none could help, so she decided to ask a favor for Clyrene of Rebirth, a Divine known for a second blessing of life.

The events are still shrouded in mystery, but Clyrene had refused rebirth for the witch, stating that her karma could simply not be undone. Driven by her own fury, Veraline raised a staff, and ended the life of the Divine. How ironic that a goddess of rebirth could not grant her own blessing to herself when she needed it most—and from the corpse of her, was a vessel born from a few droplet of the witch’s blood. A vessel for the next goddess for salvation, and it was named.. Coasire. But due to Veraline’s greed, she was made into this world with part of her tainted conscience, and hence, Coasire would have a hollow cavity where the scar currently resides. Just immediately, Veraline tried to merge her consciousness with the new vessel, claiming her own rebirth and also to gain the power that comes from a Divine’s blood, not knowing that Coasire had already formed her own mind.

Soon, the internal of this body battled, for hundreds of years they simply fought as the physical form plunged into a lake, with Clyrene’s legacy emerging victorious.. for now.

As a failed vessel of a god, however, she was stripped of the ability to grant rebirth lest she make herself whole again. An impossible task, now that Veraline’s consciousness is still lingering, bitter from her defeat—but a silver lining would show itself through the form of being able to communicate and lead arachnids, creating them while also weaving her own silk. It was Veraline’s Amphesium ability, now merged into Coasire... and so, she emerged once again.

This time, she, would alone be her fate. She did not want to be a goddess or a vessel. She wanted to be her own agent, with her own wishes and desires. Stepping away fromnthe waters, the missing part of her face still remained empty, but she would soon find it back with... a fashion book. A mundane thing, a simple pleasure of reading, but that book had captivated Coasire so much that she would soon... find it her life’s goal. Weave, weave, as much clothes as she wish, as much outfits as she could—seeing the fashion then was eye-opening, and immediately, she tried to sew. Her first item was a low-quality, white dress, easy-to-tear, the frilly edges are mismatched and one side is visibly lopsided from the other. But it was her first garment, and with it on her body, she felt.. full. Happy, to wear her own work.

She still have that dress, framed in her chamber.

And so, for another solid three decades, she simply lived her own life. She weaved her own extravagant mansion, recruited much of the arachnids in the woods to live under a common home, and life? Life, was perfect.

Well... perfect, save for the occasional intruder who wishes to steal her goods, or, get this, marry her imperfect face. She has no interest in such trivial matters, and hence, death welcomes them in a warm cocoon. It was at least twenty years since the first intruder had made their way inside, and they just kept coming. The small, dingy basement down there was simply not enough, so she decided to just... hang them outside. They’ll deter even daredevils away, so it’s a win-win.

But the more she uses her ability to weave and create her own happiness, the more Veraline flares up to try and claim the body. It is only right that the witch would be able to empower herself if Coasire kept using her ability... perhaps, if one does a banishment ritual, Veraline would get the salvation she so deserved.

But it’s fine, she doesn’t really care about her anyways. Gotta keep procrastinating because making dresses are way more fun than visiting some boring saint.

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